Bronze Nazareth - High Price Shots lyrics

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] My name Vinnie Paz, cousin, and I carry respect I'm the puppet master, you a marionette I ain't met a mo'f**er that could challenge me yet f** a b**h I'm a G, I'm a marry my tat Paz is a vet, ya'll always be strugglin' with 'im And my gun side by side a juxtaposition And your man from the block with the d** in his system You was just grindin' with 'im, you was hustlin' with 'im? He a snitch he a b**h, you ain't bubblin' with 'im He in the precinct tellin 'im your current position I don't be around snitches, I will punish the victim I don't be around b**hes, put a slug in his vision Money over b**hes, that's an actual fact Mossberg pump through the stomach, that'll be that It appeared and it disappeared, magical gat And the Walter PPK splatter your cap [Short Sample] {​​​​​​​​​​Voice 1, Canibus: Those who understand know what I'm sayin' is accurate.}​​​​​​​​​​ {​​​​​​​​​Voice 2: You scared to do that cuz you won't see no wealth}​​​​​​​​​ {​​​​​​​​​Voice 3: Just another victim to the poor[?]}​​​​​​​​​ {​​​​​​​​​Voice 4: We will never stop spitting the facts, no trouble!}​​​​​​​​​ [Verse 2: Bronze Nazareth] Heyo my name Bronze Naz And I erupt with a vengeance Engineers chains of thought, scramble shells and position Big bold grandma high priced cess like gold hammers Shadow boxing with myself So first man on the camera Pistol lyric click the hero Jail chamber Wayne manor Lock the toxic I smash baby ground piano Throw 'em in damaged wells Eat bars spit whole cells So fast my blast propel bullets through they own shells By reburbishing shots twirling through Steaming your teapot Split the single blade of gra** Plotted on your sandlot I'm the sun Sangria smock Hot like coals in lake lock Ancestral slavery smokin' open shamrock Pull Rapunzel through the window Instead of climbing them goldilocks Not 16 bars hope you shots house drinks A mouth blinks Slugs flow through a Knox Poison rivers that erode known to leave you in a box Decomposed no fingernails from scratchin' the top Clappin' a**a**ins run the lots til the punishment stop Crushin' your life til out the sunlit OPs Like forensics trace blood on the mic Mr. 5 Dots Sickle-cell like W's discovered in my blood clots [Long Sample] {​​​​​​​​​​Voice 1, Canibus: Those who understand know what I'm sayin' is accurate.}​​​​​​​​​​ {​​​​​​​​​Voice 2: You scared to do that cuz you won't see no wealth}​​​​​​​​​ {​​​​​​​​​Voice 3: Just another victim to the poor[?]}​​​​​​​​​ {​​​​​​​​​Voice 4: We will never stop spitting the facts, no trouble!}​​​​​​​​​ {​​​​​​​​​​Voice 1, Canibus: Those who understand know what I'm sayin' is accurate.}​​​​​​​​​​ {​​​​​​​​​Voice 4: We will never stop spitting the facts, no trouble!}​​​​​​​​​ [Verse 3: Canibus] Rap music watchdog, resisted all odds Rip the Jacker's balls bigger than nimrods Trapped in this body, stuck in this shell All that is life, is not all that ends well Life's a b**h, karma is boomerang spinnin' Back to the [?] vault where everything is written I created this on the eve of the world's destruction Read it for yourself, learn yourself somethin' The NEAT comet defeated the promise and unseated the prophet When disaster strikes a black man's pockets They say greed is good because greed fosters growth But too much growth is not good, you can't have both d**h moves with dehydrated goons in sand dunes Lookin' at the moon rubbin' wound against wound We plant crops with heirloom seeds GMO's give you disease How many water acquifers you need? We got birds in the background, can't go back now Rich people in mountainous regions Poor people on flat ground World leaders lyin', tryin' to hide their ethnic bias Encouraging crisis, driven by riots They orchestrate this with pa**ion Allowed this to happen It's all f**ed up, that's why I stopped rappin' The predator mimics the traits of the prey it attracts I lay in wait for the day it attacks At the end of the day They always said what they wanted to say And betrayed who they wanted to betray [Repeat Long Sample] [Verse 4: Planet Asia] I'm an artist [?] who know Who truly knows how to spit and keep a crowd lit when doin' a show But this time we brought best in guns You ain't my homie and Don't make me show you how the West was won These j**els is mental the j**els is rental My goons each a fool that you duels his [?] Style was a blessing of sound [?] goin' to patrol these grounds I do this for the lost and found But dialing is murder Yeah we on that again Battlin' n***as for earnings Servin' up the calvary This is central fish Pink salmon on a dish Blowing smoke with a backwards split It's like this A propane flow with some c**aine [? ] that's gold chain, now you know I did it for the world, and my bond is my word [Repeat Long- Sample]--